more gray hair

It was a grand party in the sun, out yonder in Phoenix, Saturday afternoon. That’s about all I can say. Renewing old acquaintances has almost brought me to tears at time, folks thought I had forsaken them a long time ago, friends might be gone, but they are never forgotten. Tempe, Arizona has changed a lot in the last few years, and so has my immediate circle. There’s a lot more gray hair, and a few more pounds in places, but otherwise, it was just good to see old familiar faces. At least one former love has a lot more gray in her hair these days, and she’s always been a few years older than me, so that makes her, let me do the math real quick, about 35 now. She hair is streaked with gray right now, and I’m afraid my age is beginning to show because that gray streaking looks really sexy.